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The Moray is 500 meters from the pirate ship? Wow, they really let it drift close.

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SO did you just kill Rod, or is Mason expected to save him?


Technically outside that number but pretty damn close. Assuming this universe accepts energy-directed weapons losing effectiveness over longer distances (like due to particle dispersion), shooting something up close with them would increase their leathality, regardless of weapon grade (as what occured with poor Rod).
Gue'rach understanding of human language and linguistics was rather standard at best. That's said, he struggled to determine if Astrid's remark either as an insult directed to him or some kind of situational gesture. Whatever it was, he allowed it to slide and kept mind focused on the circumstance as it evolved. While Astrid attended to the bomb, the Tactical officer kept all four of his eyes glued to the display, remotely controlling all the on-board security cams positioned on the engineering deck, looking to find any observation devices that may have been planted. The wait to hear Astrid's report or the explosion that could instead come about if she had failed, assaulted his nerves, and begged for attention. But having been trained as a soldier, he did his level best to remain collected. Worrying about things that were outside of his control was irrelevant; only duty was important now.

Eventually, the former of the anticipated scenarios arrived with Astrid reporting that the bomb had been disarmed, "Excellent work, Lieutenant Faust," complimented Gue'rach.

Almost immediately, he made his way down to the pilot's terminal, which somehow presented a larger and wider interface than the tactical console. After toggling some of the commands, Gue'rach pulled up both the propulsion and guidance systems, which were also elaborate as well; again, much more than the tactical console could ever be. Keeping to the plan as was discussed in their briefing, he kept the main engines off while only using the maneuvering thrusters to fly the ship, using only brief boosts to propel the Moray forward. Of course, this inviting a new weary concern. While the Moray was, more or less, running silent, any pirate that was paying attention to any kind of radar could see the seemingly harmless vessel creeping towards it. It was an agonizing feeling for sure and one that would have demanded a wealth of patience, especially so since that weak jets that pushed and reoriented the Moray were very underpowered. Thus, they would be waiting for quite a while.

Ten minutes in fact; ten minutes of carefully watching the zoomed-in image of the pirate ship and checking to see if any of the main guns were swerving towards the Moray's direction all the while making course and orientation corrections.

Eventually, they had made it. The Moray, still appearing unpowered and unsuspecting, now hovered in space at a standstill, just outside of five-hundred meters from the pirate and broadside on to it, where the transport ship could present a full volley. With everyone now in-position and on-station, Gue'rach patched it with both Cake and the Prize.

"The Moray is now in position and ready to commence the operation," the Tactical officer reported, "I believe the term is, 'it's go time'."
I'll have a post up later this evening.
"Understood," Gue'rach replied before making his way to an engineering console and queried a program that governed the Moray's communication array.

He would have asked Astrid to assist him with this task, but after she had verified the navigational computer was indeed disconnected, Gue'rach allowed her to leave the bridge to try and resolve the problem. Therefore this was an issue he and Korax had to fix. During their initial briefing, he recalled Cake reporting that out of the thirty-seven transmit-receive nodes, only six remained functional after the others had been destroyed. With that in mind, Gue'rach set to work re-building the Moray's communications network with what remained of the six nodes. He started by disengaging the destroyed nodes from both the comms network and the electro-plasma grid, figuring that any - literal - dead weight cutaway would diminish the power drain that hemorrhaged the ship's dwindling back-up reserves. After tapping each crossed-out node visually presented on the terminal, which caused them to darken - indicating they were 'Off'- Gue'rach assembled the remaining nodes and re-introduced them into the communications network, now with a customized program; a setup Cake would have a better time working through.

Although before finalizing his design, he jumped to another terminal that regulated the EP flow throughout the Moray's power transfer network and began identifying any non-essential systems and decks that were deemed unnecessary. Like before with deactivating the power-flow to the destroyed transmit-receive nodes, he began robbing decks of their power and rerouted them to the communications array. Gue'rach however knew better than to disable them outright. Instead, he conceived a method of steadily siphoning power from the unneeded sections of the ship, therefore minimizing the spikes this could potentially generate.

Hopping back to the previous terminal, Gue'rach, now seeing the program identifying the newly established power-flow, established a few additional adjustments to the communications network, such as dictating the EP ratios feeding the communications array and cutting off all but the needed spectral bands, ensuring the only comms traffic was privately between the Moray and the Prize. Undoubtedly, the entire process was a painstaking task, if not an over-complicated one for the sake of subtly and stealth; he genuinely was now wishing Astrid had stayed. At the very least, he was able to re-visit the techniques he previously employed as a combat engineer with the KIDF.

"While it is imperfect, the communications array is back up and running," he reported as he monitored his work between both stations, "at the very least, Cake should be able to communicate and control the Moray now, assuming no further adjustments are needed. Hopefully, Lieutenant Faust is encountering better results on her end."

Just a few minutes later, Astrid radioed in with news of the displeasing kind; a bomb had been planted on the Moray. Despite the disheartening news, Gue'rach didn't show much in the way of physical surprise over his saurian facial features. Having worried about something like this only justified his concerns, enabling him to approach the issue with purpose. Astrid further reported being able to disarm it but she had then pointed out a potential problem; the possibility of them being watched from the pirate ship. Gue'rach thought about this prospect, closing all four of his eyes for only a brief moment as he pondered.

His eyelids swept open, "then we are already dead."

Gue'rach let that eerie line hang in the air for a moment, until realizing he had unintentionally made it much more depressing than he intended.

"Assuming we are being observed, Du-Vos would now have us as his prisoners and as such, are at his mercy. However, if this is to be true, why are we having this conversation right now? Surely, if we had been discovered, what is stopping Du-Vos from detonating the bomb, even as we speak? Assuming, of course, the bomb before us can be remotely activated."

Gue'rach started pacing around the bridge, "granted, we could become additional bargaining chips used against Captain Carabello. Although, given the time we've spent thus far aboard the Moray, I would expect Du-Vos to have raised this fact by now. Building on top of this fact, we would have been appraised of this as well by anyone aboard the Prize on secured channels."

He finally stopped and pulled up a visual sensor and displayed the feed on the bridge's main screen, showing both the Prize and the pirate ship face-to-face nearly thirty kilometers away, unmoving and definitely not shooting each other, "that has not occurred yet either. With these facts in mind, it can be safe to assume we are more than likely not being watched. To support this, I had performed several scans of our visited surroundings, and not once did I detect any listening or surveillance devices..."

Gue'rach's voice suddenly trailed off as his sentence brought forth new meaning. He quickly made his way to the tactical console and queried several security cameras on Astrid's deck and looked through the footage all the while pulling up the floor plans, "Cake, if there were to be such a device installed within the engineering section, where would it be likely installed to keep tabs on the bomb?"
@Tortoise@IceHeart Oh my God, that pirate's name is literally, Winky...dude must have some issues to land 'em a name like that.
"Agreed," the Auval’kotor before taking point once more.

The trek to the Moray's bridge was, disturbingly, uneventful. This wasn't to say Gue'rach was looking for any kind of action, but he had been anticipating it. There was a sinking feeling that nagged on him with every empty corridor they passed through unopposed. Personal expertise would dictate their undefended environment was a trap and yet no triggers or switches were pulled. It seemed that nothing was happening to stop them from taking control over the Moray. Perhaps it was a sudden sense of anxiety that was fueling his doubts and suspicions. Maybe he was paranoid about the whole ordeal. Is so, he could very likely admit it and possibly accept the potential notion that Du-Vos had genuinely overlooked the potential of the asset the three Prize crewmembers were now walking all over. He subtly shook his head, doing away with those useless thoughts and reminded himself of their objective and remained absolute to carry it out.

At last, they made it to the bridge. Gue'rach entered first with his heavy repeater at the ready, although after a few initial scans, he verified the bridge was unoccupied and stowed the large weapon behind him on a magnetic rack, mounted on the rear of his suit, "we should proceed quickly and efficiently. Alpha may already be in position. It would be rude for us to keep them and Captain Carabello waiting."

Their first step was surveying any damage the transport ship had suffered any structural or system damage during the pirate's opening incursion. Having restored power to the bridge, which was quite a simple task that only required a brief power transfer order from one of the engineering consoles, Gue'rach made his way to the tactical station; which was a dinky-looking stand, mounting a very small tap-screen interface which the Auval’kotor officer had to, literally, lean forward to even reach and make out any of the details. If there was anything on the Moray that would illustrate why it was not first and foremost not a combat vessel, it had to be this. Gue'rach grumbled in annoyance but persisted and interacted with the terminal; by pecking at it with the tips of his meaty fingers.

"Both shields and weapons are completely offline," Gue'rach reported aloud, keeping his head facing down at the console, "although there doesn't appear to be any structural damage to the main weapon arrays or shield emitters. Restoring power to these systems shouldn't take too long. We won't give ourselves away as long as they remain in Standby..."

Gur'rach perked up and turned towards Astrid and Korax, "what's our status on communications and main engines?"
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I was honestly trying to avoid this question for as long as humanly possible. I'm still tempted to drop some vague non-answer like "As many as you want there to be."

But alright. This has a lot of Trek influence, and the ship that I used as the Prize's image is a fan-made modification of the Enterprise F from Star Trek Online. I don't know how big that one is, but the Enterprise we see in TNG has roughly 1000 people

1000 folks seems a bit much. But, it would fit with Raylah's post that gave the Prize room for 7 greenhouses. It would also fit with Mason needing medical staff, because there are too many people for one doctor to handle. And finally, that fits my stubborn insistence that we have a shuttle big enough to carry 2 dozen people.

Still, 1000 strikes me as too big. So let's tone it down to about 300, with the space to have greenhouses, shuttles and other yet-to-be-named rooms.

So, TL;DR: The Prize is a massive ship with roughly 300 individuals on board

Everyone cool with that?


The image used for our Prize is pretty much modified version of the in-game (STO) Enterprise-F which was an Odyssey-class (and somehow also a Yorktown-class) starship. Per the game's canon, an Odyssey-class is just under 1,100 meters in length.
"Understood," Gue'rach replied firmly once their briefing had been concluded at Carabello's order, "we shall prepare immediately."

---

Preparing, however, wasn't that simple. Having thrown his lot in with the Terran Starfleet, many of the supply and logistics crews ran into difficulties equipping him with a set of uniforms that would accommodate his massive size and build. Since the Auval’kotor weren't as common as many other ISA species, his uniform set had to be tailor-made according to his physical proportions. Gue'rach would appreciate the effort the designers put in to fabricate him the necessary uniforms and clothing as he served aboard the I.S.S. Prize. In fact, he had put in a thankful reply to the department responsible for his professional and casual fatigues, to which he had received a 'thank you' from the head of staff. He wished the same could have been said when engineering designed and produced a custom-made environment suit specifically for him, again, due to his towering physique. The engineering team apparently wasn't thrilled with the project and neither was Gue'rach. He had previously submitted a request to the ISA to confer with the KIDF to transfer his personal powered armor over to the Prize; a request that had been shut down due to political rules governing the exchange program.

Still, engineering was, overall, willing to work with him to develop a Terran Starfleet powered-suit to accommodate his needs during away missions. The suit itself however was still not the greatest thing he'd worn; quite the tight fit in fact. He had been used to settling into a mechanical combat shell during his time with the KDIF but the Starfleet aesthetic was arguably less cumbersome and allowed more movement, at the cost of defensive measures. That was of course with the standard Terran model - his own was decked out with additional armor and a more robust defensive screening system. Fitting into the damn thing before it could automatically adjust to his anatomy was the difficult part.

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After some mission acknowledgments with Korax and Astrid during a quick rundown, the shuttle trip toward the derelict Moray was relatively uneventful, but something was starting to bug him. Having learned that the pirate captain, Du-Vos, was ex-military made him begin to speculate the tactical choice of leaving the Moray close by and relatively unguarded. Surely, even the Fithagian could see the potential of a perfectly good ship being used against him. Having come to his conclusion, Gue'rach had asked the co-pilot of the shuttle to run an external scan of the Moray, to which the scan returned having found no anomalies. Gue'rach was not convinced, however.

Once the shuttle had landed unopposed aboard the transport ship, Gue'rach was the first to exit the craft, wielding a Terran heavy repeater, practically an energy-directed mounted machine gun, as a standard-issue rifle. His cautiously walked around the hanger while aiming down the sights of his cumbersome weapon while his HUD made additional scans of the vicinity, eventually concluding there was no one around.

"Clear," he reported as he relaxed from his tense posture.
Just about done with my work shift for the day, should have a post up later this afternoon/evening.
All done! I'll be a bit of a read but I took some liberties to address some things with the main situation.
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